Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', happenin'?
You got to love this nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys, and [unverified]
'Bout to this game, nigga
Do it the way we do it E 4 0, Charlie Hustle

Look, I from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin' niggaz cars to TV's in
is how I play it everyday, all day
I it all the way real, I can't see it no other way

I represent mines, Hot
Slip up my click rides, get shot, boy
That's how it go, we straight, do or die, we checkmate niggaz
Then come where yo' momma, lay and kick in the do', nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

Let's get shit cracklin'
My probation officer's gonna know what
Stay out the way I'm H O T and 'bout action
Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin', camouflage

I'm all about that luxury, I'm also
(Luxury)
Puttin' 50 in yo' head, boy, if you thinkin' 'bout me
I'ma be fo' a minute, you gotta respect it
(What else?)
a lot of niggaz out here gettin' killed to accept it

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot

Freezer burn on my pinkie
(Look at me)
Squattin' twenty inch
(Look at me)

I'm like that, it's that, what?
I'm like that, it's like
(Look at me)

Charlie on it in the fast lane, drivin' slow
With a case of cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin' times, gold Zenith wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, right next to me is the call from the

Sound system on
Puffin' on the doobie almost grubbed, dang, it in my lap
trees with the window up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, finger up

I don't associate or surround with C.I.'s
Informants snitches affidavits stool pigeons
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps, I be kickin' it real
With the, P.I.'s, hustlers,

Gangsters, killers that not even look like
With up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
Player type individuals, out times a thousand
nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars high rollers real as thugs
House parties strip joints shacks and hole in the wall clubs

Beyotch, and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys

Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster
So get yo' paper straight, nigga and go and buy shit
TV's inside when I ride
And I'ma hide these hoes behind Limo

Fulfill my dreams, I'm a rich,
And when I hit yo' hood blind a bitch
Shine, tape sellin' got me buyin'
Gon' be here past ninety-nine, slick

Rewind these hoes back to time
So nigga that bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and that hoe Hot Boy in this, bitch
So nigga, fuck that bitch, tell her yo' dick

Now, now, come the youngest
Wayne, you can me Weezy
up the interstate in a Lamborghini
Police right behind me, I'm too fast

I pull on the grass, they want my autograph
I off ki's, I get my G's
I spit my 3's if you twist my
I'm duckin' white sheets and I avoid the
If you think that you can us, boi, go ahead

E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys,

E-Feezy and the in this motherfucker, man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile, you heard me
(Bosco)

The B.G., the number one
Baby, Thirty-Two Gold, ya me?
The Bay and the U P T
We connected, nigga, you gotta it
It's off the heezy, Beyotch